Sam smiled in her sardonic, little way, playing with a loose thread on her shirt. On any other human being (fuck, that was still weird to think about), it might have been a shy or bashful look. But Sam didn't do shy or bashful. You couldn't really justify it with blue hair.

She was going through a catalog of questions, trying to figure out which was the most important to ask. The problem was, common sense was at war with her curiosity.

So she settled on a happy medium.

"What about...non-human lifeforms? How do those fit in with your world?"